Funding war has always been part of how systems of government work. Well before billions of dollars a day were being spent in munition overseas,
Spiritual discipline isn’t a legalistic burden; it’s the exercise our souls need to stay fit. Here are five practices inspired by holy envy for this Lenten season.
The going is indeed tough, but we need a new flora to shepherd us into an emerging era of hope. I submit to you five new plants to encourage, bolster and perhaps even invigorate you through the darkest of seasons.
How can this season be more than just “the time waiting for Easter”? What does it mean to wait in joyful anticipation for the Good News of Easter, both on Easter Sunday and the Good News of Jesus’ transforming presence in every hard day in this broken world?
Many people bury their shame. Mennonites are particularly good at hiding their feelings, including shame.
As people of faith, we’re often asked, “What should we do?” Scripture doesn’t offer a playbook for every moment, but it does illustrate a pattern of care, courage, and justice that can give shape to what our resistance looks like. What it doesn’t offer is a Jesus-shaped excuse to sit things out, even when the violence feels far away.
A common reaction to loss is to deny that the loss has happened. Denial doesn’t have to look like outright saying the death did not occur. It can look like going back to daily routines as if nothing has happened, not acknowledging that the loved one ever existed, or bowing out of conversations that involve the loved one
A while ago I gave my grandmother a call. I was having a bit of an existential crisis when something clicked. “Is this what my grandparents felt?” I asked myself. The question referred to significant cultural changes, world happenings and environmental crises. For example, I cannot imagine what it must have felt like as a child to go through nuclear test drills, and then live through the tensions of the Cold War.
In Indonesia, where Christians are a minority, the Christmas tree often serves as a marker of identity. My own family doesn’t keep that tradition, though my children often ask to have one. I always tell them, “That is not a tree. It is plastic that will end up stored in a warehouse like trash.” For us, a Christmas tree has always been a living one, growing quietly in front of our home.
I reflected earlier this month on stillness during this Advent season, which often is a season full of parties, events, concerts and consumerism that induces frenzied activity. In this final week of Advent, I return to the question: What does it mean to stop and rest and truly be in Christ’s presence?
